The driver didn't think there was anything wrong with not inviting him to stay for a meal.
He nodded, then drove off without saying a word.
Suddenly, an arm draped over her shoulder. Ruan Xianxian followed the look of the large, white arm and said, "Xiaxia, you've lost so much weight."
"Right?" Mu Xia proudly raised her chin.
It's hard to notice when you're together every day, but upon closer inspection, Ruan Xianxian realized that Mu Xia hadn't just lost weight; she was practically a completely different person.
She weighs around 130 pounds, with a slender figure in the right places and a very well-endowed figure in the right places. This is probably what they mean by a voluptuous beauty.
"Wipe your drool, the oil press is fixed, want to come and see?" He asked her if she wanted to, but his actions of pulling her along by the neck gave her no chance to refuse.
Ruan Xianxian, who considered herself never a spoilsport, was particularly enthusiastic, walking so fast that Mu Xia could barely hold her back, saying, "Yes, yes, yes."
Tonight we'll have boiled pork, fried eggplant fritters, and a pot of fried chicken nuggets.
Goodness, it's all heavy oil.
Ruan Xianxian nodded firmly, "We'll use the oil we pressed ourselves."
The commune members gathered around the oil press in the backyard. To be honest, when the three big machines were brought in, many people were just there to watch the show. If they could be fixed, why did Pingtou Village foolishly return the machines?
It was only after confirming that repairs were hopeless that they unhesitatingly pushed forward the opportunity to build a factory.
Believe it or not, Xiang Hongjun led the machine back to the village first. There was a good-for-nothing in the village, and the workers at the county oil press were his friends.
They actually invited that person to come and see.
Ruan Xianxian and others were not present at the time. It is said that the oil press worker concluded that there was no possibility of the machine being repaired.
The original quote was: "If there were even the slightest possibility of fixing it, would the people in the provincial capital be stupid enough to sell you the machine? Would you sell it to them?"
Standing in front of the rumbling machine, Ruan Xianxian could imagine how embarrassed those people in the brigade must be.
"They're here! They're here!"
Two people lifted a bucket of 100-pound soybeans and placed it next to the machine with a whoosh. Chu Li, wearing overalls with his arms rolled up, stood on a stone platform and took charge of roasting the soybeans.
She learned from Sister Song that frying can increase the oil yield. In the early days, the oil mill's old machines did not have automatic stirring and frying functions, so it all relied on manual labor.
Chu Li and Wu Xueliang stood on opposite sides of the large pot, stirring the soybeans in the pot with their iron shovels until they emitted a fragrant aroma.
Mu Xia pondered for a moment, realizing that she needed to add an automatic stir-frying function to the machine.
Some impatient commune members reached into the pot and scooped out a handful of soybeans. They were scalded and shook their hands, but still, despite their disabilities, they threw the soybeans into their mouths.
"It smells so good!"
Seeing everyone looking at him, the man scratched the back of his head. "I mean, we're cooked."
The men stepped forward and poured the fried soybeans into the machine, one scoop at a time, to begin the first extraction of oil.
The machine rumbled along, and everyone craned their necks in anticipation. When the first stream of murky, bubbly soybean oil, resembling something else, flowed from the machine's spout...
Everyone was greatly disappointed.
"Can this stuff be eaten? It's all runny and sauce-like, just like what my son produces when he has an upset stomach..."
These words disgusted many people, and the female employee couldn't stand it and turned away...
Ruan Xianxian, however, accepted the spatula and strainer handed to her by Chu Li without changing her expression, and scraped the residue off the oil surface for the first time.
On the other side of the machine, soybean cakes were also coming out one after another. She glanced at them and began to scrape off the residue a second time. The soybean oil flowing into the bucket was still very cloudy.
At this point, most people's attention is focused on the freshly cooked bean cakes, which are still quite hot when they reach out to pick them up.
Let it cool down a bit, break it open, take a bite, and taste it. It's crunchy and very fragrant!
The soybean cakes, which could fill two sacks, were eagerly devoured by the commune members.
nice one!
It's a delicacy that you have to be related to an oil press in the city to bring home and eat like food.
The machine needs to continuously stir the extracted soybeans and residue.
Finally, scrape off the residue on the countertop a third time.
The large container was already two-thirds full of soybean oil. Ruan Xianxian poured in the prepared boiling water and then filtered it...
Pour the rather cloudy oil extracted from the oil press into the filter, and the filter begins to shake rhythmically.
After secondary filtration, the soybean oil flowing from the outlet is golden and transparent, just like the soybean oil sold by the supply and marketing cooperative.
There was almost no residue left at the bottom of the bucket.
The members stared in disbelief, rubbing their eyes. "Really? It's really oily? The color and the smell, there's no mistake."
"My goodness! Won't the commune never lack oil again? Although I prefer lard rendered from pork, I have to change things up every now and then."
The crowd scoffed.
Is it a change of pace?
What kind of family can afford to eat lard every day?
If you can wipe the bottom of the pot with pork, it's already considered a mini-New Year.
"Don't just stand there, use the funnel to fill the bucket and see how many kilograms of oil can be extracted from 100 kilograms of soybeans."
A 15.4-pound bucket is equivalent to pressing 15 pounds of oil from 100 pounds of soybeans.
Those who didn't understand laughed along, while those who did were silent; the oil extraction rate of this machine was higher than they had ever seen before...
It's so advanced that even experts think it's unrealistic and suspect something went wrong.
Mu Xia, who improved the machine, kept his achievements and fame hidden.
I don't know. Apart from a few close friends, no one else knows the answer to this question.
Dare to admit it? Mu Xiaoguang could foresee the days when he would be forced to modify the machine every day; just thinking about it made the sky seem to fall!
She coughed lightly to interrupt, "Weigh the bean cakes again."
One and a half bags, totaling 82 jin (41 catties).
This yields the equivalent of 15 jin of oil and 82 jin of soybean cake from 100 jin of soybeans.
The commune was thrilled to have found the answer, and the five of them exaggeratedly carried 15 jin of soybean oil to the canteen.
"Old Guai, cook something good for lunch today, something oily."
"Alright!" came Old Guai's loud, cheerful reply from the cafeteria.
Fan Caicai stood at a distance, quietly watching the lively and festive scene that rivaled the Lunar New Year, a smile playing on her lips.
With plenty of food and oil, and having been raised by the state as a special talent, he experienced firsthand the simple and unpretentious happiness of ordinary people for the first time.
A casual glance revealed a gaze that met that of her little researcher, who was twitching with excitement.
He pushed up his glasses and looked away. If his eyelid twitched, he'd just stick a sticker on it. Would that even help?
Ruan Xianxian didn't know if this guy was really stupid or just pretending. If the mountain wouldn't come to save me, I'd go save the mountain. She slowly moved to the liaison officer's side.
"Comrade Fan."
"Just call me Cai Cai." Fan Cai Cai looked embarrassed and sullen. Usually, when this guy called him Comrade Fan, it was never a good thing.
Sure enough, she did something that Fan Caicai found extremely lewd: she rubbed her hands together like a fly.
Then, as if it were perfectly natural, he made an unreasonable demand: "Go to our village and seduce Li Dazui over here, okay?"
"Seduce her so she sees it, then goes back to the village and brags about how amazing the oil press is, making the blind villagers regret their actions?"
Ruan Xianxian looked down and touched her stomach. Was she about to get roundworms?
Is it okay if other people have brains but she has roundworms?
Fan Caicai was furious at her actions. He didn't want to understand immediately, but his fast-thinking brain wouldn't allow it...
A moment later, the kind-hearted Chen Zhaodi, with a sigh, rescued Fan Caicai, who was flailing her limbs and whose entire body screamed murderous intent, from the man's clutches.
"I'll go!"
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